A New Mind Ch. 01

This is a new work of adult fiction. If you are a minor (under the age of 18) or are offended by reading about sexual acts please do not continue. This fictional work contains instances of mind control, sexy lingerie, pantyhose, cross-dressing, lesbian and bi-sexual acts, public exhibition, mild discipline and public embarrassment, mild body modifications through piercings and or tattooing, group sex, transvestites, role reversal, and other sexual conduct. If you are offended by any of those topics, please do not continue. If you have any comments, suggestions, or just like my work, feel free to contact me. This story starts off slow and I hope you will find it builds on each layer. I like to consider this an adult story with sex not a sex story. Thank you for your appreciation of the written world of erotica and your patronage to Literotica.com.

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Chapter One

I always believed that telepathy was possible -- I just didn't know how to unlock it. My name is Thomas Rhodes and until I reached my 40th birthday I thought I would be searching forever or go crazy trying to find the right key. Like most of us, I dreamed of having that extra something to make my life better. I had read and enjoyed the Master PC, Alan, The Gift, and other great mind-control stories. The thing that struck me about those stories is that there was always something given to the lead character. Why couldn't someone develop the power on their own?

I spent many years researching the human brain to see where others have gone and gone wrong. This led me to my foundational belief that we all have this ability we just have not strengthened that area of our brains to use it fully. I tried to develop new ways of using my mind. I spent many years trying different meditations, focusing exercises, and what I call inner-journeys looking to connect those brain triggers. I had a few minor breakthroughs but never reached the "Ah-HA!" moment where I knew what I did so that I could repeat it.

One night I was sitting in my living with my wife, Lisa, half watching TV half working on my brain exercises. I looked at my wife and tried to plant a thought in her head "you are hot". It was a simple thought but one that I could easily see a reaction as it was one of those first cold winter nights and she is almost always cold. I felt that I made contact with her as her expression changed as if she heard something.

Lisa looked at me and asked "is it hot in here?"

My eyes nearly popped out of my head as she asked me that. "Holy crap, I made that happen!" I thought to myself. But sadly I couldn't recreate that success the rest of the evening.

Lisa and I have been married for over 16 years and have led a happy but unspectacular life. I am a Sr. Project Manager for a global corporation and she is a middle school English teacher. Like most couples of our age our sex life has become stagnant, not because of desire for each other but because of the desire to get some sleep! Our professional and parenting lives have left very little in our energy reserves to engage in the most basic of couple's activities. I love my wife with all my heart and soul. However, I do wish that she would be more open to carnal exploration.

She is the same age as I am, she is short but very leggy -- her legs are what caught my eye. We were attending a party held by a mutual friend of ours when I first saw her. She was wearing a cute dress with pantyhose that had an amazing shine -- they grabbed my attention and never let go. We started talking and ended up spending the rest of the weekend together. A little over a year later we were married and living our lives together. We have two teenaged kids and a comfortable life now. I wouldn't call us rich, but we are fairly comfortable.

I cannot remember what else we watched on TV that night as I keep trying to figure out what I did to trigger her action. If I could have the power to communicate telepathically, that would be great, but having the power to affect how a person acts through their subconscious, that would be amazing!

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Many nights I would lay awake trying to pry into my wife's subconscious trying to flip a few mental switches to that she would indulge in a few more of my bedroom kinks; the main one of those being my love of hosiery. Don't get me wrong, my wife would wear nice pantyhose from time to time, but I wanted her to wear more often and, well, with me wearing too! I have never hidden my love of hose from her; I just haven't fully told her that I really like to wear them as well. As far back as I can remember I have loved looking at and feeling sexy legs in hosiery. When I was in college I went to a dress-up party in full drag and I was so turned on by wearing pantyhose. Right there I knew that I had to wear them more often.

At that party we were all drinking and having fun, allowing ourselves to cross over all normal sexual boundaries that we may have had before. I even found myself kissing another guy who was also in full drag. We were on the couch absentmindedly feeling each other's nylon encased legs while our fully made up lips were locked onto each other's. It wasn't too long until his hands explored further up my skirt. My cock was straining in my pantyhose and enjoying the attention. Soon my hand was fondling his hard cock as well -- we were in full make out in front of everyone. We were not alone as there were others engaged in their own make out sessions, guys with girls, girls with girls and even other guys with guys. We were young, fairly intoxicated and free. It was too bad that my friend and I (I hate that I still can't remember his name) just jerked each other off in our pantyhose and went no further. I don't even remember seeing him around the campus after the party, I probably couldn't recognize him due to the makeup and wig he had on, but I think I would have liked to take our game a bit further.

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My wife and I finished watching our shows and decided to go to bed. I'm tired after a difficult day at work and then working my brain all evening trying to get back into my wife's mind. We complete our evening rituals and I am lying in bed sort of watching the TV. I know there will be no sex tonight as my wife has already told me she is tired and not looking forward to getting up earlier than normal tomorrow. Honestly, I wasn't expecting any action tonight. She put on her long purple satin night gown -- I think she looks amazing in that nightgown, the deep purple provides an amazing contrast to her auburn hair and the way it frames her breasts it makes a very satisfying picture -- and crawls into bed. I roll over to give her a good night kiss, cupping and fondling her right breast. As expected she turns to sleep on her side and I am left to just think what could have been. That short escapade leaves me more awake than I was just a few moments earlier. Knowing that I won't be going right to sleep, I grab the remote to watch TV until I fall asleep. It isn't tool long before I hear Lisa snoring. I try to shake her so that she will roll over, but it is not working. I am laying there, her snoring is picking up volume and I realize that it is going to be a LONG night. I look at her, close my eyes, focus on her, and try to project a single, direct, thought to her brain: "Stop snoring."

Almost instantly she adjusts her head on the pillow and the snoring stops!

I wait a moment and she is breathing normally without the annoying sound I focus on her again and project "you do not snore; you are not capable of snoring while you are asleep."

I lay awake for the next hour listening, and hoping that I was successful in getting into Lisa's mind. While I seem to be having success, I want to test how far I can go. I project to her "When you are getting dressed tomorrow, you will want to wear your new red dress, matching heels, and your new sheer black Wolford pantyhose. You won't wear any panties under your hose. You will also need to show me your full attire before you leave." I figure, if I am going to test this, let's go for the whole enchilada. I know that she would not normally wear an outfit like that to school (it is WAY too sexy for a Middle School teacher to wear) so if she shows me her outfit, then I will know that I have been successful.

I finally fall to a restless sleep and what seems way too soon I am awakened by my beautiful wife.

"Honey, I want to show you what I am wearing," she says in a soft, sweet way.

My eyes pop open and I hope that I am not dreaming. There she is dressed exactly how I described to her last night. She has her hands on the hem of her dress as she does a little twirl. I smile. I think to myself "holy crap, it WORKED!"

"Do you like?" She asks.

"Yes, it is nice," I answer as calmly as I can.

"What about like this," she asks as she turns around, lifting the back the dress showing me her bottom with nothing on underneath the pantyhose.

I gasp, smile and say "oh baby, that is very sexy. What brought this on?"

"I don't really know. I just felt like I needed to wear this today and I wanted you to approve."

SUCCESS! I have been able to plant a very complex thought in her mind and she carried it out. I am freaking out in my thoughts, wondering how much more I can do, how much she knows, and my God she is making me horny as a jackrabbit. I look at her face and her luscious lips then I focus a thought to her "you need to give me a blow job"

I am sitting on the side of the bed and she comes close to me. She bends over giving me a kiss and her hand drops to my lap, feeling my stiff dick inside my shorts. Almost effortlessly she pulls my member out of my shorts, drops to her knees and wraps her warm lips around my cock.

"Jackpot!" My thoughts scream. As much as we love each other, her giving me a good blow job is one thing that she very rarely does and when she does, it is quick not amounting to much. I am enjoying her tongue exploring my shaft and her lips wrapped around my cock. It feels so good! I can't remember the last time she had my cock in her mouth. Trying to keep my composure and to enjoy this as long as I can I try to send her another thought "you like sucking my cock, you enjoy the taste of my dick in your mouth, you want me to cum in your mouth, my cum tastes like candy to you, it pleases you when you make me cum with your mouth and you get to taste it."

Up and down her mouth is working on my cock, one of her hands starts to fondle my balls and the other is jacking me in concert with her mouth. I feel the pressure start to build and hear her moan a pleasing moan. "Baby, I am about to cum."

"Cum for me, I need it" she says.

Pleasure erupts all throughout my body as my climax hit me. This is different than any climax that I have ever had before as it is beyond sexual and a feeling of power wash over me. I know I have figured out how to control the mind of others and her lips slurping up my cum just seals the deal. My emotions are going crazy.

As I finish cuming in her mouth I watch her lick up anything that spilled out of her mouth, licking my glistening cock as if were her personal lolly-pop. Getting all that she can, she licks her lips and fingers.

"Wow, I needed that," she says. "You taste so good in the morning."

"You are amazing as well" I say as I pull my wife up to me and kiss her deeply. Her face is flush and can smell her excitement. She glances at the clock and realizes she is almost running late. She tells me that she has to go to work. I lift the front of her dress and see a tell-tale wetness on the front of her hose. I know she is going to have a difficult day.

She goes into the bathroom to fix her hair and makeup. I give her one last thought "you are to stay sexually stimulated all day today. You can't orgasm until I make you tonight."

"Yes, she is going to have a difficult day today." I think to myself with a knowingly wicked grin.